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"Eve?" Gentle arms shook me out of my dark thoughts and I was enveloped in a cocoon of warmth. It was only then that I realised I'd been crying. Soon, my sobs turned hysterical as I remembered the hurt in my sister's eyes that day when I failed to recognize her. The memory gates opened and everything following that incident came crashing down on my brain like sea waves in a storm surge.

“Talk to me. Is this about Vanessa? Did she threaten you?” “She… she remembers something,” I say, my voice almost inaudible. “But it’s not just that. There is something I must tell you. Something big.” My chest tightens; tears prickle my eyes. Damn these hormones — I’m not a crier, yo, but that’s a lot.

“Make it stop! Make it stop… please!” My cheeks are marked by tears, a reminder of the pain and suffering I've endured. I'm determined to rise above the darkness that engulfs me. As always, certain memories tend to resurface, etching my pain into my heart, no matter how hard I try to bury them. Every single night, the same horrifying nightmare repeats itself. Each morning, I find myself haunted by the fragments of the tragic events that unfolded the night before, struggling to piece together the missing parts. “Arnica, baby. Follow my voice and come back to me… now!” Maverick bellows, and it’s like a switch goes off in my head and my eyes spring open.

Trying to calm me down from crying but it hurts to know about my past, and how it happened that I forgot about it. “But it does matter to me,” I said while still crying. “For all I know, I only see visions but it is my memory that keeps on coming” I cried. My mom hugged me tight and then looked me into my eyes. “I am sorry,” She said and she started to cry.

“No, but-” "Did you have fun seeing me like that?” He asks and a tear escapes my eye. I am being stabbed by my own words. I am hurting over the things I never knew could affect me so badly. Vesta lets out a painful howl inside me. She is suffering from the misery of something she wasn’t a part of. She feels guilty for a mistake she didn’t commit. “No,” I let out a small sob as tears start to stream down my face.

The intensity of their gaze spoke volumes, conveying the unspoken words of love that had been buried deep. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as they stood frozen, absorbing the weight of their shared history. Ava felt a flood of emotions overwhelming her, tears welling up in her eyes as their memories resurfaced. The laughter, the tears, the late-night conversations - it all came rushing back, reminding her of the love they had once shared.

"But for now, you're staying right here with me." As I gazed around the luxurious room, my thoughts drifted back to the painful memories I tried to suppress. My father's death, the grief, the anger...it all came flooding back. I couldn't help but cry, the tears streaming down my face as I remembered the tragic day that changed my life forever.

Her heart felt like it was breaking with every beat, every memory of him flashing before her eyes, pulling her further into despair. It was then that Isla’s tears began to flow freely. The dam she had carefully built to hold back her sorrow broke, and she cried with a rawness she hadn’t allowed herself to feel before. “It feels like I’m going insane with this pain, Papa,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “More than anything else, I want what you just said to happen. I want this pain to end; I want everything to pass. But Dad, I love Vince so much. How can I forget him when even my heart refuses to let go?”

He felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to jump. As Vincenzo looked out the window, his mind filled with images of Ariana. He pictured her sparkling eyes, her radiant smile, and her soft, melodic voice. A small smile formed on his lips as he recalled happy memories of their friendship. But then, reality hit him like a bucket of cold water. He had missed her so much, and he had no idea if she was even the person they were going to see. He felt a wave of sadness wash over him, and he had to fight back tears.

Soft. I didn’t know the exact words to say but I still remembered them. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as memories came back to me like flashes of lightning that struck my chest over and over. Like sharp knives cutting my brain in half, and it was just so f*cking painful I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my face.